silverheart

Fantastical actors and astromagnetics
Corrupted files from electrical planets
Writing interplanar codes
Thoughts get teleported
From goblinkind skulls

Historic food malls
Power-rod-holding people
With energy markings on their skulls
Selling you wisdom
From a soulbinding prism

Residuum jism
Hits you into this rhythm
They act like Toril
Was terrestial prison

A zoo for demons
Put your cities into ruins
Now we can feel what we're doing
We move the stratosphere in arcane
When you're out alive, mundane
What else could the dust try to tell us?

Comin' to you
a thousand beats per minute